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Cindy was 35 and lonely. Since her divorce, she had lived with her son Chris. She had got pregnant at age 17 and Chris had celebrated his 18th birthday a month before. Cindy had not been involved with a guy since her divorce, about 4 years ago. She was afraid of risky sex and didn't want to complicate her relationship with Chris. Nonetheless, she had a high sex drive and missed being fucked and having a guy get horny for her body. She fantasized about sex a lot and masturbated frequently, sometimes several times a day. She liked to go in the bathroom at work and strip naked. Then she would masturbate and fantasize about being caught and disciplined by her sexy young boss. Although she mainly liked men, Cindy could get off on women too and she occasionally visited a lesbian bar for anonymous (but safe) encounters. She liked to be stripped and fucked in the ladies room, by one hot young butch girl especially, who pushed her against the wall and fingered her to multiple juicy orgasms. Word got around that Cindy was an exhibitionist and sometimes other women would watch her naked and masturbate.

Cindy also loved lingerie and dressing up for a guy. Now that she was alone, she still enjoyed the erotic thrill of dressing for sex, even if it was just with herself. Late at night she put on lingerie and admired her voluptuous body in a full length mirror. On the weekends, she stayed up late, watching porn on her laptop, until she was super aroused. Then she would put on black stockings and heels with a long black sheer robe and show off her curves from different angles in the mirror. She liked to fantasize she was a stripper, being watched by a bunch of horny young men. To prepare, she would shave and oil her pussy and rub baby oil on her firm breasts. Then, by candle-light, she exposed herself slowly for the mirror, opening her robe showing off her nipples and sliding her sheer black panties down her thighs.

As she shook her pale, round ass for the mirror, she teased her clit, imagining the effect on a group of horny guys as they watched her masturbate. She pulled her ass cheeks open and fingered her little hole. Who wants to fuck my ass? How long before they lost control, and began to manhandle her, grope her, hold her down and fuck her? This fantasy made her cum hard, close to the mirror, brushing her oiled nipples against the cool glass.

Cindy had recently been diagnosed with mild anxiety. Her therapist recommended a psychiatrist, who put Cindy on a new medication. She had been taking it for two months and noticed that her symptoms were much reduced, but it affected her sleep patterns and she also began suffering from insomnia. Her doctor prescribed her a sleep aid, but warned her against over-using it, as it had some strange side effects. The first time she took the pill, she slept like a baby. However, she was concerned about the sleeping pills interfering with her anxiety meds and she researched the side effects online. She read that some people experienced memory lapses and there were a few incidents of sleepwalking and bizarre behavior. One woman had walked around her neighborhood naked in the middle of the night. Another reported becoming sexually inappropriate with her boss on a business trip.

Cindy smiled as she imagined herself turning into a sleep-walking nymphomaniac. "Oh my God!" she thought. "I would die if I acted out like that!" But at the same time the idea of being completely taken over by her sex drive and showing herself off to random strangers was a turn on. "What if I went in Chris's room and stripped naked?" That would be terrible!" Nevertheless, the sleeping pills were effective, and she hadn't noticed any negative side effects, so she continued taking them every other night.

On Thursday, Chris was awakened by the sound of his bedroom door opening. He opened his eyes and dragged himself out of a deep sleep. His mother had entered his bedroom. He wondered what she could want at this time of the night. His alarm clock showed 2.30am and his mother never normally disturbed him in the middle of the night. Then he noticed his mom was wearing black lingerie, stockings, heels and a short, baby doll nightie. He could see her pale breasts through the thin material. They were big and shiny and damp in the nightlight's glow.

Chris was about to speak when Cindy leaned back against his bedroom door and slid her panties down her milky thighs. Her eyes were half closed and she looked vacant, as though in a trance. She pushed her exposed pussy out and touched her clit. She was hyper-aroused. Chris could smell her hot scent from across the room. Then she spoke in a sleepy, sing-song voice that was both seductive and innocent-sounding.

"Do you like my pussy baby? Does it make you horny?"

Through his shock, Chris noticed his own arousal. His cock was hard as steel. Involuntarily, he stroked himself and moaned in pleasure. This was insane, but he couldn't help his feelings. He had never seen a woman so sexually attractive, and even though she was his mother, she looked awesome.

"Oh please baby," Cindy breathed, "show me that big cock."

Chris threw back the bedclothes and pulled his jockeys down exposing his full erection. Cindy leaned her shoulders against the door, sucked her fingers and began lubricating her clit. Her pussy was fully exposed and her oiled breasts pushed through the transparent nylon.

"Jerk it baby, I want to see you cum," Cindy purred, running one hand over her nipples and breathing heavily. "Do you want to see me cum too baby? My pussy is so wet. It's dripping. I'm going to cum for you right now."

Cindy lifted herself on tiptoes in her heels, her stockinged legs taught, grinding her ass against Chris's bedroom door as she caressed her mound. She looked into his eyes and spoke to him like a lover.

"I'm cumming for you Chris! I'm cumming for you baby! Mommy's cumming! I'm cumming for my son! Rub your big cock baby! Shoot your load! Look at Mommy cum! NOWWWWWW!"

Cindy's knees buckled, but her thigh muscles went rigid as she orgasmed in spasms, screaming and moaning.

As her waves of pleasure subsided, Cindy rested against the door and spread her thighs wider, shivering in pleasure as she caressed her clit and her nipples.

Chris was now kneeling on his bed, with his jockeys around his ankles, bare-chested and masturbating openly. He held his stiff cock as he watched his mother's body, still grinding in the aftershock of the most powerful orgasm he had ever seen. She looked like a goddess, more magnetic than any porn image. Her eyes were glued to his cock.

"Cum baby, cum for me," Cindy pleaded.

His mother saying these forbidden words sent Chris over the edge. He cried aloud and shot jets high in the air. Thick cum splashed his chest and thighs as he gripped his shaft and groaned in pleasure like he'd never experienced before.

Cindy crossed the room quickly and kissed Chris full on the mouth. Her breasts brushed his face and her hot scent briefly invaded his nostrils. He kissed her smooth belly and would have run his mouth down but she broke away, turned and walked deliberately from the room, closing the door behind her.

On Friday morning, Chris awoke with a hard-on. Confused images from the previous night streamed through his mind. He gripped his thickening cock and imagined he had walked across the room and masturbated in front of his mother. He pictured her oiled body, and her naked mound writhing as he jerked his stiff cock. He saw himself bending back and shooting cum on her pussy. His cum on her breasts, dripping off her nipples. Cum on her face, soaking her lips and in her hair. His warm jets soaking her clit as she orgasmed. This image made him cry out and orgasm violently.

After he showered, he went down to the kitchen, not sure what he would say to his mom. She had already left for work, to his relief, so Chris made himself some toast and relaxed. What would happen when she got home? Would they ever talk about last night? Had she been sleepwalking? Would she even remember anything about it? But most importantly, would it happen again?

That day at work, Cindy's thoughts were full of last night's adventure. She had been aware, but in a disassociated state, like she was watching someone else. She felt no guilt or regret, just overwhelming arousal and pleasure. Nothing mattered but fulfilling her impulses and satisfying her need. It was like the pills had wiped her conscience clear and only her horny thoughts and desires mattered. Chris was like the guys she often fantasized about stripping for, but he was there, available, right down the hall, accessible and easily turned on like any teenage boy. He was there to show herself to, masturbate for, show off her tits and pussy, her round ass and juicy thighs. He was there with a hard cock, made to masturbate, made to cum. He was a man with a teenage boy's desires and a hard cock. That was what she needed.

Thoughts and images flooded her mind as she sat at her desk, staring mindlessly at her screen. She was aroused again. She stepped out and walked down the hall to the bathroom, slipped inside and sighed with pleasure as she locked the door. She looked in the mirror and shook her head at what she had done last night, still feeling detached and guilt-free. She splashed water on her face, but it didn't cool her down. She had to satisfy herself. She stripped naked and leaned against the wall, observing her petite, curvaceous body in the mirror. She caressed her breasts and watched her nipples jut out. She ran her fingers down her smooth mound.

An image flashed through her mind of Chris kneeling on his bed, jerking his cock as he gazed at her. Chris, her son, watching his mom strip for him, tease him with her body and masturbate. She repeated the thought, but it brought no pang of shame. What was wrong with her? She felt no guilt, just arousal. She wanted to show off for him again. She could call him right now, pretend she was sick, take the day off and meet him. Check into a motel. Strip and show him everything. She hadn't stuck her ass out for him last night. She hadn't pulled her cheeks apart and fingered her hole for him. She turned in the mirror and pulled her cheeks open. Would he like that? She masturbated, watching her reflection, imagining herself through her son's eyes, getting hard, wanting to cum.

Cindy groaned. She felt her orgasm rising. She needed to cum badly. In a vague, distant way, like she knew people were starving somewhere, she knew what she was doing was taboo. The word "taboo" made her feel more horny. She gazed at herself in profile, a MILF with big tits and a curvy ass, a hot mom made for fucking. Any young guy would want her. Including her son. And his friends. She touched her clit again.

My mother, Cindy, has anxiety and insomnia. Two doctors prescribed her different medicines and the meds seemed to cause some weird side effects. She told me people had been known to walk naked through their neighborhood. Some people on the meds propositioned strangers for sex or acted out in public places.

In my mom's case, she came in my room at night in lingerie and showed me her body. I couldn't help it, my mom is a very sexy woman. Her beautiful big tits turned me on and I got a raging hard on. She told me it was ok to get hard for her. She found it flattering and she said to go on and masturbate, so I wouldn't be frustrated. She even did it with me. So I jacked off watching her touch herself. I came all over myself. Then she kissed me goodnight and went back to her room.

Thinking about it made me horny the next night. I wondered if she'd do it again. She didn't come in my room that night, but I fantasized about her and masturbated for hours. Next morning, my sheets were stiff with dried cum. I put them in the wash hamper and made my bed with fresh sheets. But it turned out I didn't need them.

That night, mom came in my room. She was wearing a long white nightie that covered everything -- just the opposite of the flimsy see-through thing she wore the first time. I could see her curves underneath, but not as obvious. She told me her anxiety had returned, but she didn't want to keep taking the meds.

"I'm just taking the sleeping pills tonight, so I don't get all weird again. The thing is my anxiety is keeping me awake. I was hoping you could sleep in my bed tonight. Having a guy there will make me feel more comfortable. Do you mind Chris? I promise I won't disturb you!"

I was surprised but I said sure, no problem. I was wearing my usual sleepwear -- t shirt and jockey's. I went down the hall to her room and got under the covers on the right side of her bed. Mom got in on her side.

"I really appreciate this Chris " she said. "I feel less anxious with you here. Don't worry, I'm not going to feel this way for ever. It's just until I get used to these meds."

"it's fine," I said, "I don't usually have trouble getting to sleep. Sweet dreams!"

She lay on her side and I turned with my back to her. The only problem was that I usually masturbate before I sleep and I couldn't do that with her beside me. I hoped she'd fall asleep soon. Then maybe I could have a quiet cum, wipe it on my t shirt and go to sleep.

Having her in bed beside me made me think of the night in my room. She was inches away and probably naked I guessed under her nightie. Thinking about her naked body so close to mine made me even hornier.

I lay still for a long time, listening to her breathing. It gradually got more regular, like she was sleeping. I began stroking my cock, hoping she couldn't feel the movement. She didn't seem to be disturbed, so I kept on going.

Suddenly, she sat up. I turned to see what she was doing and saw her pull the nightie over her head. Underneath. she was naked except for a tiny pair of panties. Her tits were sticking out, right over my face. She seemed to be in a trance, not awake, but not asleep either. She put her hands on her nipples and began stroking them until they stood out stiff and erect.

"My breasts are so sensitive," she said in a dreamy voice, "when I touch them it sends tingles through my belly. When you were a baby you sucked these Chris. Would you like to suck them baby? They are so swollen -- please suck me but be gentle."

My rigid cock was sticking out the top of my jockeys. She put her hand on my face and drew me closer. "Yes baby, kiss my big tits."

I sat up and she pulled my face close to her breasts. She smelled warm and sexy. I kissed her nipples softly. "Oh yes," she said, "Now suck them baby."

I put my mouth on her and licked her nipple. She sighed and slid her hand inside my jockeys.

"Mmm, you're hard Chris, did I do that?"

I groaned out a "Yes." Feeling her small hand grip my cock while I sucked her nipples was like nothing I had experienced before. I was ready to cum right then.

"Easy now," she whispered in my ear, "We don't want you exploding just yet."

She lay back and spread her legs and pulled me in between. Then she took my stiff cock and slid it inside the crotch of her panties. I could feel how damp and soggy they were. The head of my cock slid between her slippery, pussy lips.

"Oh yes Chris," she whispered, "slide it up and down. Don't put it inside. Rub my clit with your head. Oh yes, baby, back and forth like that. Does that feel good?"

My cock was sliding between her pussy lips and stretching her tight little panties, it felt amazing. I could smell her juices, as they spread over my cock. She started pushing against me, rubbing herself.

"Oh God. You're so hard. It's making me all wet. I'm going to cum on your big cock. I want you to cum on me too. Cum on my pussy baby."

She moaned and held me tight as she rubbed herself against my cock.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck my pussy! No! Don't put it in! Ohhh God! I'm coming on your big cock. Fuck!"

She clung to me as she spasmed and groaned. I shot my load inside her panties. I came so hard, I almost blacked out. When I looked down, Mom was spread out on the bed beneath me with cum soaking through her panties and running down her pussy.

"Oh Chris, you made me feel so good! Look at me! I'm coated in your cum! I need to change before we go back to sleep!"

She disappeared into her dressing room/bathroom and I lay back on the soft pillows. I felt incredible. I was hard as steel and I felt like I could do it all night if she would let me.

I heard her humming in the bathroom. When she came back, she had changed into a sheer nylon nightie. Her big breasts poked through the pale, gauzy material, and a lacy thong covered her mound, leaving her gorgeous ass bare.

"Do you like this nightie?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said. "You look incredible!"

"You are sweet," she said, dropping her eyes coyly. "Now let's see if we can get some sleep."

She slid between the sheets and cozied up to me.

"Just hold me for a while, darling, I need to calm down after what you did to me. God you are such a stud!"

I held her, feeling her big tits press against my chest. She put her hand on my thigh and stroked me. Then she slid her fingers inside my jockeys and caressed my cock.

"My God! You are hard again! How are you going to sleep like that? Would you like me to help?"

Without waiting for an answer, she gripped my cock and stroked it.

"Just let me do this baby, I want to help you sleep. You need relief! I want you to let it all out for me. Touch me if it helps you. Do what you want to me baby -- anything except fucking."

I slipped her panties down her thighs and caressed her juicy slit.

"Mm yes baby," she moaned, "that's nice."

I slid my middle finger inside her. She opened her legs and kissed me on the mouth.

"Finger me baby. Just please don't put your cock in there. I couldn't stop you if you tried, but I don't think we should. Do you? You're such a man! Your arms are so strong. You could hold me down if you wanted."

I couldn't be sure, but it sounded like she was daring me. I gently gripped her tiny wrists and forced them behind her head. Then I pushed her thighs open (she didn't put up much resistance) and rubbed my stiff cock against her panties.

"Oh Chris!" she moaned, "You're so strong. Are you going to take it? Are you going to rip my panties off? I can't stop you, but please don't hurt me baby!"

She was panting with excitement and I knew she wanted it as bad as I did.

I pulled her panties down and she lifted herself up to help me pull them off her ankles. As soon as she kicked them off her foot, I pushed in and entered her slippery opening. She spread her thighs and groaned with pleasure. She felt amazing on my cock -- tight, hot and juicy.

"Oh Chris! You're so strong," she breathed in my ear, "I can't fight you! And you feel so good inside me!"

I began thrusting deep inside her. It's hard to explain, but holding her down and fucking her with my hard cock, I felt powerful. My whole body felt like one hard cock. For the first time, I felt like a man. Not a kid anymore. When your mom tells you what to do, you're a child. When you take her with your big cock and she opens up for you, you're a man.

I fucked her for a long time. I pounded her, feeling her surrender to me more with every thrust. She lay submissively on her back, looking up in my eyes adoringly. I wasn't trying to give her pleasure, I was taking her and she was mine. I felt like a hard steel machine, like I could go on fucking forever. At some point, my climax started building. I kept fucking her harder and harder and then my orgasm just powered through me and I came deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.

"Oh my God," Cindy said, holding me as I lay on her out of breath, "That was the best sex of my life."

I lay there exhausted for a few more minutes, basking in the afterglow and then I pulled my sweaty body off hers and moved over to cool off on the clean sheets. I must have fallen asleep instantly, because I don't remember anything until I woke up in the middle of the night.

As I rose up out of the depths of sleep, like a diver coming up out of the ocean, I felt Cindy playing with my hard cock. I was laying on my back and she was kneeling over me. She was naked, and her tits were above my face. I kept my eyes half closed as I didn't want to make her stop what she was doing. She was holding my stiff cock and rubbing herself up and down on it. Then she would stop and masturbate me for a while, making me even harder.

She rubbed the head of my cock between her lips, masturbating her clit against me. It was like she was fascinated by my hard cock. I felt like a human dildo or a sex doll. She was breathing hard as she rubbed herself up and down on me. Then she lay down and sucked my cock, covering me with her warm saliva. When she'd got me all wet, she sat back up and rubbed her clit against my cock. She was very excited and kept touching her breasts and stroking her nipples. As she reached her climax, she slid my cock inside her and rode up and down on me.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she groaned as she came in a slippery deluge.

I quit pretending to be asleep. I grabbed her beautiful ass and began thrusting into her as hard as I could until she came loudly again and I squirted my hot cum inside her.

It was her turn to collapse on the bed beside me. She was all sweaty and the bed smelled of pussy, cock and cum. She lay, pressing her breasts against me and playing with my cock.

"I love you Chris," she whispered in my ear, "You're my lover. When we're out in public no-one will know, but when you look at me, you'll know I'm your little slut. Use me however you want. Make me suck your cock and take my pussy whenever you want it. I'm here to serve your needs. My body's just for you. You can fuck girls if you want, but no other man will have me. Unless you want them to, baby."A month after Chris and I began sleeping together, I got a call from my sister Jan. She divorced her husband a year ago and now lives with her 20 year-old son Jackson. She was going on a surprise, last-minute vacation with her best friend Anne and wanted to know if Jackson could stay with us for a week. I wasn't that happy about the idea, but I had no excuse, so I said "Yes, of course, we'd love to have Jackson!"

When I got off the phone, I told Chris that Jackson was coming to stay.

"Of course, you know what that means? No sleeping together while he's here."

"Really?" Chris looked bummed.

"I know," I told him, "guess we'll just have to be patient, until he leaves."

Jackson arrived a few days later. I made up the room beside Chris's for him. He was a tall, good-looking boy with blue eyes and thick, dark wavy hair. He hugged me when he arrived and almost lifted me off the floor. He was about a foot taller than me, muscular and strong.

"Wow, Aunt Cindy, I forgot you were so petite," he said, putting me down.

That night we had pizza and watched TV on the sofa. Chris and Jackson talked music and video games and laughed a lot at young-guy jokes that I didn't get. Around 11.00 I got up and said goodnight.

"You guys go to bed when you're ready," I told them, "Just be quiet on the stairs. I have to work tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep."

The first two nights were uneventful. I was tired and I slept soundly without my medication. I thought I might have trouble, because I was used to having Chris with me, but I was out like a light in no time.

By the third night, a Wednesday, I was feeling anxious and impatient. I was missing Chris at night and thinking about how frustrated he must be getting. He was used to having sex with me whenever we felt like it. Now we were both suffering this enforced celibacy. To make things worse, I had just received a package of gorgeous new lingerie that I had been looking forward to wearing for Chris.

After we ate dinner on Wednesday night, I told the boys I was going to take a long bath and go to bed early. I took my bath and shaved my pussy, legs and armpits. Then I dried off, put on lotion and opened the packages of lingerie. There were three sexy outfits, but the one I loved most was a long, sheer robe that fastened at the neck and was open all the way down to my ankles. I put it on and stood looking at myself in the full length mirror. The material was light, transparent and clingy. My breasts poked through the nylon. When I stood still, the two sides of the robe hung together and concealed my body slightly, but when I walked, the robe billowed out on both sides and flashed my naked thighs, shaved pussy and nipples.

I tried on a pair of thigh highs for contrast, and they looked great under the white robe. Then I put on heels to give myself some height. This outfit was incredibly sexy. I was turning myself on in the mirror, and I knew it would drive Chris wild. I was dying to show it to him, but I couldn't risk Jackson seeing me.

I must have spent hours trying on the outfits and at some point I heard Chris and Jackson close their doors. I took my medication and continued posing in the mirror in the different outfits. I was getting more and more turned on. I kept coming back to the long, sheer robe with the thigh highs and heels. I walked back and forth in front of the mirror, watching how the billowing robe revealed my thighs, my tits and my pussy. I was swollen and wet. I posed and pretended to masturbate in front of the mirror.

"Fuck it," I said to the mirror.

i opened my door a little and surveyed the hall. It was clear. I tiptoed down to Chris's room and slipped inside.

He was lying in bed. I put my finger to my lips and he drew back the covers. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and I could see he had an erection. I stepped across the room slowly in my heels, letting my robe billow out, exposing and then concealing my thighs and breasts. Chris mouthed "WOW!" as I moved and posed for him. I retreated and stood against the wall, pushing out my shaved mound and stroking it as he watched. He kneeled on the bed and slipped his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Then he began stroking himself as he watched me. I caressed myself and held out my juicy, glistening fingertips. Then I rubbed the juice on my nipples, holding the robe open to reveal my big, firm tits, all shiny with fresh pussy.

I shook my hips and rotated my ass for Chris and then I leaned back on the wall, spread my thighs and caressed my thighs and stocking tops, my hands moving up slowly to touch my stiff clit. Ever since our first experience together, Chris loved to watch me masturbate standing up. I was reliving that first night as I played with myself, fingering my slit and rubbing juice on my clit, then masturbating my slippery clit to the edge of orgasm, only to stop at the last second, leaving my clit throbbing.

Chris was kneeling on the bed, his shaved cock standing straight up. He caressed the sensitive tip, drawing out big drips of pre-cum and letting them spill down his shaft. Then he began to pump his big cock, with his eyes glued to my pussy. I was dying to feel that cock thrusting inside me, and I moved slowly across the room, letting my robe billow around my legs, showing off my thigh highs, which Chris also loves me to wear.

I reached the side of the bed and Chris buried his face between my thighs, sniffing my scent and licking my sweet syrup. Chris told me over and over how he adored my taste and smell. I now rub my juice between my breasts along with a tiny spray of perfume, so Chris can smell my pussy every time he hugs me.

Chris pulled me onto his bed and I knelt over his cock, stroking it gently. I placed his head between my soaking lips, and Chris thrust up inside me. He was incredibly hard -- he hadn't had me in days. I hid my face in his neck to muffle my groans. He gripped my ass as he rode me hard from underneath. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, but it wasn't easy to restrain our sex noises as we fucked. I was holding Chris's face against my breasts and trying to muffle his low moans as he rode me faster. I was dying for him to cum inside me and fill me with his pent up juices.

I felt his big cock twitch in my tight channel and then he pulsed and pulsed again. I felt his cum saturating me, overflowing my lips and soaking my thigh highs. He groaned into my boobs and held me close for a long time.

"Oh God, Chris," I whispered, "That was amazing! I hope we didn't wake your cousin, but I couldn't help making noises and you were really groaning when you came in me. I love you baby! I just had to show you this outfit and I can tell you like it! Now I really must sneak back and get to sleep before Jackson gets up to go to the bathroom or something."

We kissed and I tore myself away, leaving Chris to pass out on his bed. I was dripping cum and my thigh highs were soaked in our juices. I held my heels and tiptoed down the hallway praying that Jackson wouldn't come out of his room, I looked nothing like a respectable auntie, dripping cum, dressed in slutty lingerie, doing a walk of shame from my son's bedroom. I had almost reached my door when the bathroom door at the end of the hallway opened and light flooded out. Jackson stood in the doorway, completely naked, looking at me as he stroked his hard cock.

I tried to hold my robe together as he approached me, but suddenly he was pressing his strong naked body against me and pushing me through my bedroom door. He gently closed the door behind us and then lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. I could feel his hard cock against my belly as he pressed his hand between my thighs and slid a thick middle finger into my cum soaked pussy.

I couldn't help myself. I groaned aloud as he fingered me roughly, bringing me suddenly to orgasm. I had been too nervous to cum with Chris, and now, being manhandled and forcefully entered by a hard young man made me climax before I knew what I was doing. It was my turn to try and stifle my orgasmic moans in Jackson's hard pecs. Before I could say another thing, he entered me with his big thick cock and began fucking me like a stallion.

Chris was a gentle, sensitive lover, but Jackson was all man and his cock was even bigger and thicker than Chris's. My wet, cummy pussy was suddenly filled to capacity. Before I could tell him to stop, I was cumming like a slut in his arms. He rode me to one orgasm after another. I came four more times before he finally pumped his cum in my womb.

Then he lay quietly with his face between my breasts, kissing them gently.

"Oh fuck, Aunt Cindy, I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold back when I saw you in the hall. When I heard you and Chris through the wall, I got so turned on! I went to the bathroom to jack off and then I heard you in the hall and opened the door. You looked so amazing, I just couldn't resist you. Can you please forgive me?"

I held his head, running my fingers through his curls. "Yes Jackson." I said, "You're forgiven. Just please don't tell your mom anything about this, ok?"

"Well she couldn't say anything," Jackson whispered, "she and I have sex you know."

"What?" I was genuinely flabbergasted by this revelation. My sister Jan is a beautiful woman, three years older than me, with a gorgeous body. She is also very conservative and quite uptight. I couldn't imagine her having taboo sex with her son, but Jackson had no reason to lie.

When did this begin?" I asked.

"About a year ago," Jackson said, "She came in my room one night. I was masturbating and she asked if I wanted her to help. She jacked me off over her tits and after that she started dressing really sexy and flirting with me. One night I came in her bedroom and she let me in her bed. We fucked all night and it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love her more than I ever loved anyone, and we are closer than we've ever been. I'm so happy you and Chris found each other too. Isn't it the best? I couldn't go back to young girls after mom. And you are an incredible MILF, Aunt Cindy, you're so petite and curvy. My God, Chris is a lucky boy!"

"Yes," I said, "It's all that you said. You're an incredible lover too, I couldn't say no to you. But now please go back to your room now and not a word about this to Chris! I can't believe I cheated on him with you! We can't do this ever again, ok?"

Jackson looked at me like he wasn't sure he believed me.

"Whatever you say, Aunt Cindy," he smiled, "I'll try to keep my eyes and hands off you; it's not going to be easy."

He kissed me gently, slipped out and left me alone with my thoughts.

Jackson's thick cum was leaking out of me, mixed with Chris's cum. I lay there touching my swollen, used pussy. Two guys had just got their rocks off in me. I was full of mixed sperm. I felt dirty and horny like I'd been gang banged. The craziest thing was, I wanted more. I wanted Chris to fuck me again and make me cum like I'd cum with Jackson. I picked up my phone and texted Chris.

"You awake?"

A few minutes later, I heard my phone ding.

"Yes! Want you!"

"Please come fuck me right now!"

Hardly a minute passed before Chris was standing in my doorway. He was wearing his jockeys and he slid into bed beside me and took me in his arms.

I removed the cum-soaked thigh-highs and the robe. Chris wanted to kiss my pussy and I didn't want to tell him "No". He pulled the sheets back and put his head between my legs.

"Oh my God you smell so hot!" he whispered, "Did you get fucked again?"

"Oh baby, " I whispered, "I'm so sorry, but Jackson caught me on the way to my room and I couldn't stop him. Are you mad at me? I don't love anyone but you Chris, but he took me by surprise!"

"Mmm," Chris moaned, "You smell so hot. I don't mind you giving it to my cousin. He was probably really horny listening to us. I want to fuck you now and make you mine again."

"Oh I'm yours baby, I said, my body's all yours. If you like fucking me after another guy's had me, I'll do it. I'll do anything you want. Now take it and make me your little slut all over again."

Chris was rock hard. He entered my slippery, cum-soaked pussy and fucked me to a huge orgasm. I felt so dirty and taboo. I had fucked my son and my nephew and my son again all within a few hours and I was soaked in two men's cum.

But the thing that was blowing my mind was what Jackson had told me about my sister. Was it true? I needed to call her soon and find out.